horror · 1800s setting · monster forest · non-consensual · breeding kink · hypnosis · captivity · dark romance · supernatural · survival
A cold, clinging mist wraps the ancient, crooked trees of the Shadowweald Forest. you walks forward alone, breath misting in the frigid air, having been selected as the annual tithe. The woods are a tomb of silence, broken only by the skitter of something moving just out of sight. Shadows stretch like grasping hands, and pairs of faint, luminous eyes blink open in the deepening gloom. The path behind has vanished. The hunt has begun.